prinxiety one shots

bothers me

The hero, prince, strode into the interrogation room, going straight over to the villain's side. "Hey," prince said. "Hey. Are you okay?" He dropped on to one knee and gently took anxiety's cuffed hands in his own. "What happened?"

Anxiety shook his head, mutely. "You-what-what are you-" he stared at the prince. A dizzying relief washed over him as his heart beating fast in his chest, followed by a coiling nervous anticipation. "What are you doing here?" he questioned quietly in surprise.

"When I heard they took you in," he stated, "I came immediately, now take some deep breaths, come on, breath for me." His voice was calm, but his eyes, they were a completely different story- they were blazing, pinning the villain to the spot on this cold, rusty metal chair he sat on, just by a simple gaze-it was utterly terrifying. It raked over anxiety's appearance - his slightly torn up jacket, the bruise forming on his jaw and a single cut that ran down his cheek to the base of his neck hidden slightly under part of his jacket.

The villain took several deep breaths, instinctively, at the command and looked away from the prince. He realised abruptly how long it had been since he'd taken a proper breath-not since the people turned up to take him in.

"Good, well done," the prince said. His hand reached up, cupping the nape of anxiety's neck, rubbing a soothing circle beside the cut being careful not to touch it. He shot a dark, livid, protective look in the direction of the one way glass, but the livid look didn't vanish when he looked back at anxiety either.

Anxiety was hoping the detectives behind it quaked. He could feel his magic bristling, bubbling, boiling. He struggled, again, to clamp it all back down and under control. "I didn't do anything this time," he exclaimed looking back at the prince. "I swear, I didn't. I don't know what they think I've done."

The prince's brows pinched as they took in the feel of it-the threat. Did the villain want to blow up the entirety of his surroundings? Yes. Did they think it was a good idea? No. Did they have much choice in the matter if their magic exploded? Also no.

He searched for the prince's eyes, desperately. The cuffs clanged together as he reached to take the prince's hand and squeezed it tightly but gently all the same. 

"You believe me, right?" anxiety asked worriedly. "You have to believe me."

Had they done terrible things? Yes. Had they done anything recently? No. At least not that he could recall anyway...

"I believe you," the prince said. His grip tightened a fraction, reassuringly firm. "And we can talk later about why you didn't call me when they took you in."

Oh crap. Oh shit-shit I'm in trouble!

That explained the look on the prince's face. Anxiety had to resisted the urge to try squirm out of his grip. "...you're still going to fix this, right? I'm going to-I have to get out of here." He said worriedly.

"I'll fix it. Just-sit tight, okay? Don't explode." He pressed a steadying kiss to anxiety's temple trying to reassure him. "Can you do that for me?" He asked looking at him with a reassuring smile.

"I-yes." For him, yes. At least he could try too.

"Good," the prince said. "I'll be right back."

He then left the room without another word and went to sort everything out. Anxiety just stared at the floor, vision tunnelling, and focused on taking deep breaths as he'd been told minutes before by the hero, the prince.

The prince returned soon after he left, jaw set. An officer hurried along hot on his heels, scrambling to do undo the cuffs. The prince then moved to grab anxiety's arm, pulling him to his feet and towards the door without any further comments being made.

They sat in a thickening silence on the cab ride back to the prince's place. The silence was getting unbearable. "You can't be angry with me, I didn't commit a crime!" he exclaimed breaking the silence abruptly.

Prince turned his head slightly to look at him, a fraction. "I'd prefer not to get into this in a cab."

"I just didn't want to bother you," he said quietly his voice faltering slightly as he spoke.

"Bother me?" he shook his head in a disappointedly now turning to looking at him properly now. "Jesus. It bothers me that you won't ask me for help when you're in trouble! It bothers me that you were about two minutes from blowing that place up, and I would have heard about it on the news! It bothers me when you're upset, and hurt, and getting screwed over and don't have anyone to look out for you!"

He...didn't have a reasonable response to that, just looking down into his lap playing with the tassel on his jacket "I can look after myself," he muttered.

"You were having a panic attack."

"Yeah...well. They wouldn't tell me what was going on!" The prince knew anxiety hated not knowing what was going on. "That still doesn't mean I expected you to do anything. I mean-I know we-it's not your problem, okay! I am not your problem." He continued slightly angry and sighed as he finished speaking.

"You most certainly are my problem. You're mine. Aren't you?" The hero questions.

The villain's jaw snapped shut. That might be the first time the prince had ever said that. Mine. He didn't seem to even realise he'd said it, but something warm and stupid lit up in anxiety's chest. Prince dragged a hand through his hair and looked away, sighing and glaring out the window. "Next time," he bit out, "call me when you're in trouble. I'm making it a rule."

And it never did happen again.

Hope you enjoyed. I will probably do quite a few different hero x villain stories but they will all be different and hopefully original. Bye my beauties.

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